Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.